York dragged the body and advanced slowly under the dark night. The dilapidated ruins came into view bit by bit. They were part of the collapse of Greystone Town in the disaster. They had lost the meaning of reconstruction, and were like scars.
In the shadow of the old town.
When order was restored in Greystone Town, the townspeople used this place as a cemetery, and many dead people were buried here... Even York was buried here.
Picking up the shovel, York shoveled away the hard soil. His body swung wildly, and the newly healed wound tore open again, but soon the blood condensed into a scab, healed, and fell off.
The pain and weakness caused by blood thirst were gradually fading away, and as his consciousness gradually awakened, many residual hallucinations could not help but appear in front of York's eyes.
The shovel paused, and York seemed to have shoveled something. When the soil was turned up, a highly decayed face came into view. The dark eye sockets were facing York. It opened its mouth and roared.
"Will your heart be at peace?" York blinked, and his voice disappeared, and the rotten face in the shoveled pit also disappeared.
As if accustomed to this twisted hallucination, York's expression did not change at all. As early as that night that changed his fate, when the rain mixed with blood seeped into the grave, and was sucked and plundered by himself, York's heart
It had already cooled down, and was as unmoved as iron stone.
After kicking the broken corpse into the pit and filling it up, York lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and murmured something in his mouth, praying for the deceased.
"For greater justice and greater goodness, I am willing to become an evil sacrifice." He also confessed to himself.
After seeing Gami's body burn into fine ashes in the sun, York clearly realized that there was no chance of saving his soul. All he could do was to continue walking, using himself as fuel and using that
The fire burns away more sins.
At this point, York's heart became ruthless, and he launched a series of brutal massacres in the turbulent town. Those who tried to take advantage of the chaos to do evil were hunted by York, and they cried and confessed to him under his iron fist.
.
And then died. York would never pity any sinners again. Under York's continuous hunting, the town quickly settled down, and order was rebuilt on the ruins. In the days that followed, while leading the townspeople to develop, York still
Maintaining a high degree of vigilance against evil, the town seems to be developing in a good direction, and everyone will be happy and live an ideal life.
Until a group of uninvited guests arrived. York still remembered meeting them. It was just like meeting other strangers. The process was extremely ordinary and nothing special. But the strange thing was that the moment he saw these people, York had a feeling.
An extremely complex emotion.
Familiarity and hatred. There seems to be some kind of hidden connection between himself and them, as if they are also cursed by the power of evil. After becoming familiar with them, there is endless hatred. This is York's instinct for evil.
The conflict and pursuit.
The next story was much simpler. York was observing them secretly. These strangers seemed to be planning something. They tried to reach the Great Rift through the Greystone Rift, but before their plan could be implemented, they fell one after another.
fell into York's hands.
During the long interrogation, York pried more and more secrets out of their mouths, until tonight, York finally figured out their origins.
Orang Rot Sect? This sounds like some kind of religious sect, and York has never heard of their existence, but yes, the world is obviously not as simple as York understands.
When York came back from the dead, it was also the moment when his iron-clad worldview for nearly fifty years was shattered. He realized that there were many extraordinary powers hidden in this world. Sometimes, these powers were so close to him that they almost touched him.
Pass by.
York spent some time rebuilding his worldview. Instead of despair, he became even more fanatical and felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God.
After filling the grave, York returned to his chapel, kneeling alone under the statue of the god, with the red and rusty chains lying in front of him.
York still doesn't know what the purpose of the Orangutan Sect is here, but what is known is that they will send more people later. From their mouths, it can be known that these people are carrying something called an alchemical matrix.
Become an existence called the Sublime One.
What he killed was only the weakest stage among the Sublime Ones. There were two stages above them, and three stages... That was a force that York could never resist.
He realizes that he urgently needs more power to defend his town.
"Does this require more sacrifices to be made to the darkness?" York looked at the chain and whispered softly.
Now York's main power is the chain in front of him. It seems to have some kind of vitality. As the killing proceeds and more blood is drawn, the power of this chain is gradually awakened and released.
A violent force is gradually rising in it, and it is this force that gives York great help, allowing him to fight against those first-stage sublimation ones.
Sometimes York would hear voices coming from the chains. It was in an ancient and obscure language, but York could instinctively discern its meaning.
"The Chain of Thorns and Pain." York whispered, which seemed to be the name of the chain. He lowered his head, prayed devoutly, and looked for the power to surround the town. The red chain moved silently, like a head full of
Thorns wrapped around York's body silently like a python.
York seemed completely unaware of this, as the evil and crazy power kept squirming in his shadow, and even a red figure that seemed to be burning was emerging bit by bit.
He was not complete, just a broken figure. He lowered his head and spoke thousands of words to York, all of which were crazy and angry words.
As if there was some kind of connection, at the other end of Greystone Town, the sleeping beast heard the same call.
Boluogo suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes blazing as he glanced into the narrow room. The muscles in his body tensed for a while before slowly relaxing.
What's going on? Boluogo pressed his palm on his chest. In his sleep, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by an enemy, full of bloody malice.
He thought he had been attacked, but when he woke up, everything was normal and there was nothing abnormal. Boluogo looked around the room and still couldn't find anything abnormal. When he opened the window, the town was dark and quiet.
Incomparable.
Rubbing his forehead, Boluogo couldn't sleep. After feeling melancholy for a while, he picked up the suitcase and took out the weapons.
For Boluogo, maintaining weapons is a great way to relieve stress and kill time. The first thing to take out was the pitch-black Bite. It was like an absolutely pitch-black shadow. It seemed that all the light could not illuminate it and could only
Get a glimpse of its outline from its sharp edges.
When Boluogo tried to take out another weapon, the saw axe, his hand hovered in mid-air, and a bloody smell filled the air from the suitcase. Vaguely, Boluogo could still hear
To the sound of blood dripping.
His hand reached into the darkness and grabbed the greasy, human-skin-like leather handle. Bologg took out the hand ax and saw that the hand ax was exuding an extremely twisted evil aura at the moment. Those things attached to the ax were
On the surface of the blade, there are rust stains that are difficult to wipe off. They are like wounds, and blood slowly overflows from the rusted openings.
After using this weapon for so long, Bologo saw it look like this for the first time, and it was full of weirdness.
"The Origin Sin Arms will attract each other until the only champion is determined." Sai Zong's words rang in his ears, and Boluogo couldn't help but attribute this abnormality to mutual attraction.
Bologo was thinking, when the holders of the Sin Arms fight each other to determine the only winner, the only champion will surely gather all the power of the Children of Eternal Wrath. What will happen then?
Bologg couldn't understand this kind of thing. Even though he tried hard to understand the shadows of the world, there were still many unsolved secrets lingering in his mind.
But Boluogo is more concerned about the present than these matters in the distant future.
"Is there another holder of the Origin Sin Arm in this town?" Boluogo held the ax tightly, feeling the temperature and constant restlessness coming from it. Maybe his heart also came from this,
Fazhu Sawaxe is aware of the existence of another source of sin weapon, and is eager to fight with it to determine the winner.
"Kill him, Boluogo." A ghostly voice whispered in Boluogo's ear.
"Bring me his head." A broken figure appeared behind Boluogo. This furious devil didn't care who was his debtor or who got the Sin weapon. He only cared about blood and death.
"You will become the champion of blood." Boluogo expressionlessly stuffed the saw ax back into the suitcase. With the buckle locked, the metal blocked it to a large extent, covering up the evil fluctuations.
The crazy noise failed to have the slightest impact on Boluogo. He had long been accustomed to this kind of life of dancing with wolves. This level of influence could not even make Boluogo alert.
It's a pity that his good sleep was disrupted. Boluogo sat on the chair like this until the sunlight tore through the darkness bit by bit, and the hazy light passed through the rift valley and thick fog, and fell with difficulty to Greystone Town.
superior.
After walking out of the hotel, the cold and humid air made Bologg feel a little more energetic. The towering cliffs blocked most of the light, and thick fog accumulated at the bottom. At a certain moment, this place felt like another hesitant fork in the road, but
It's not that dirty here.
The sky was gray. After Boluogo waited for a while, Aimu stretched himself and walked out unsteadily.
"How did you sleep?" Borlog asked.
"Not bad," Aimu yawned,
"I don't have many requirements for the sleeping environment." Aimu looked at Boluogo and asked,
"You don't look like you slept well."
"Some insomnia." Boluogo did not talk about the part about the source of crime weapons.
"You actually suffer from insomnia?"
"I have a lot to think about."
"For example?"
"For example, this town is definitely not as simple as we saw," Boluogo looked around. Graystone Town was waking up from the night.
"But the strange thing is that it is so normal, as if someone is deliberately maintaining order here."
"What did you find?" Aimu approached Bologna and stood beside him. Bologna did not speak, but slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.
The illusory umbilical cord was looming, sometimes pointing to the south, sometimes pointing to the north, like wildly dancing tentacles, swaying endlessly. Boluogo once thought that the power from the great rift interfered with his detection, but when he thought about it carefully, he
I never encountered this kind of situation when operating in Opos.
Boluogo realized that it might not be that his umbilical cord was faulty, but that the town was full of beings related to the devil. They lurked in every corner and were pointed out repeatedly by the umbilical cord.
"The Greystone Rift Valley is an extremely important road," Boluogo suddenly said to himself,
"From here you can directly reach the depths of the great rift and touch the abandoned land." Bologg asked Aimu,
"Who do you think among our enemies would be so obsessed with this passage?"
"The Orangutan Sect." Aimu's voice became a little hollow. She still remembered the distortion of the evil in this world and its origin.
"Yeah," Boluogo nodded lightly and said casually,
"It seems that we know who the enemy we are about to face is." The Orangutan Sect is also Bologo's old opponent. Before the timeline chaos incident, Bologo fought with them non-stop and even fell to the ground.
Entering the abandoned land, I saw the existence of evil in this world.
"Do I need to ask for help from the Bureau of Order?" Aimu asked.
"No need," Boluogo shook his head,
"Just report the situation. As for the problem here, I think I can handle it alone."
"Are you a little too confident?"
"It's just a clear understanding of one's own abilities," Boluogo took a long breath.
"Even when facing defenders, I have the ability to fight against them."
"Let's go, Aimu." As Boluogo said, he looked down at his abdomen, trying to find a clear direction from the looming umbilical cord.
"Bologo." Aimu suddenly called out Borrowgo's name, and Borrowgo turned his head to look at her.
"What's wrong?" After hesitating for a moment, Aimu said,
"Actually, regarding the Orangutan Sect and the evils in this world... I have been thinking about one thing. I don't know what you think."
"What?"
"According to records, the essence of evil in this world is actually demons, demons that have fallen from human beings who have lost their souls. But unlike many of the demons that we kill, it is the fallen from the glorious ones." Aimu's
The voice became a little nervous,
"So, do other major sins also have corresponding evils in this world?"